Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.